Heywood, Thomas · published 1613 · first performed or written 1611 [1610-1611] (Annals) classical legend or myth · Queen Anne's Men T20 Hercules: labours, suffering and virtue typicality 0.75 · 483 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T20: hercules, hercles, ioue, deianeira, alcides, hand, lo, death, skies, hell.
That was the cause I Castor, with my brother Pollux, arrived, and left our sister Helen Embraced by our old father Tyndarus, To rouse this beast. Let us no more be held The sons of Leda, and be got by Ioue, Brothers, and called the two Tyndarian twins If we return not crimsoned in the spoils Of this fierce Boar. To that end Nestor came. Nestor, that hath already lived one age, And entered on the second, to the third May I near reach, if part of that wild swine I bring not home to Pylos where I reign. My young son Agamemnon, and his brother Prince Menelaus in his swaths at home, Without some honour purchased on this Boar, May I no more see, or Myeenes visit. Well speaks Atreus, and his noble acts Still equalize his language. Shall not Theseus Venture as far as any? heavens you know I dare as much 'gainst any mortal foe. where's Hercules, that at this noble business He is not present, being near allied To Meleager, having late espoused His sister Deianeira? He's for Busiris, that Egyptian tyrant, Else noble valour, he would have been first To have purchased honour in this haughty quest. Hail princes, let it not offend this troop, That I a Princess and Atlanta called, A virgin Huntress, press into the field, In hope to double guild my javelins point In blood of yond wild swine. Virgineam in puero, puerilem in virgin vultum Oh you Gods! or make her mine, Stated with us the Calidonian Queen, Or let this monstrous beast confound me quite, And in his vast wombe bury all my fe. Beauteous Atlanta welcome, grace her princes For Meleager's honour. Come, shall's uncouple Lords, Some plant the toils, others bravely mount, To unden this savage. Time and my bashful love Admits no courtship, Lady rank with us. I'll be this day your guardian, and a shield Between you and all danger. We are free, And in the chase will our own guardian be. shalls to the field, my javelin and these shafts, Pointed with death, shall with the foremost fly, And by a woman's hand the beast shall die. As bold as fair; but soft, whose bugle's that Which calls us to the chase? Adonis yours? Mine oh you noble Greeks, we have discovered The dreadful monster wallowing in his den: The toils are fixed, the huntsmen placed on hills priest for the charge, the fierce Thessalian hounds With their flag ears, ready to sweep the dew From the moist earth: their breasts are armed with steel, Against the encounter of so grim a beast: The hunters long to uncouple, and attend Your presence in the field. Follow Atlanta. I'll try what prince will second me in field, And make his javelins point shake even with mine. That Meleager's shall. Nor Telamon Will come behind Atlanta, or the Prince.
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That was the cause I Castor, with my brother Pollux, arriu'd, and left our sister Hellen Imbrac't by our old father Tyndarus, To rouze this beast. Let vs no more be held The sonnes of Lda, and be got by Ioue, Brothers, and cal'd the two Tyndarian twins If we returne not crimson'd in the spoiles Of this fierce Boare. To that end Nestor came. Nestor, that hath already liu'd one age, And entred on the second, to the third May I nere reach, if part of that wilde swine I bring not home to Pylos where I reigne. My yong son Agamemnon, and his brother Prince Menclaus in his swathes at home, Without some honour purchast on this Boare, May I no more see, or Myeenes visit. Well speakes Atreus, and his noble acts Stil equalize his language. Shall not Theseus Veoter as farre as any? heauens you know I dare as much 'gainst any mortall foe. Wher's Hercules, that at this noble busines He is not present, being neere ally'd To Meleager, hauing late espowsed His sister Deianeira? He's for Busiris, that Aegytian tyrant, Else noble valour, he would haue bin first To haue purchast honour in this hauty quest. Haile princes, let it not offend this troop, That I a Princesse and Atlanta cald, A virgin Huntresse, presse into the field, In hope to double guild my Iauelins poynt In bloud of yon wilde swine. Virgineam in puero, puerilem in virgine vultum Oh you Gods! or make her mine, Stated with vs the Calidonian Queene, Or let this monstrous beaft confound me quite, And in his vast wombe bury all my fe. Beauteous Atlanta welcome, grace her princes For Meleagers honour. Come, shal's vncupple Lords, Some plant the toiles, others brauely mount, To vn-en this sauadge. Time and my bashfull loue Admits no courtship, Lady ranke with vs. Il'e be this day your guardian, and a shield Betweene you and all danger. We are free, And in the chace will our owne guardian be. Shals to the field, my Iauelin and these shafts, Pointed with death, shall with the formost flye, And by a womans hand the beast shall dye. As bold as faire; but soft, whose bugle's that Which cals vs to the chace? Adnis yours? Mine oh you noble Greekes, we haue discouered The dreadfull monster wallowing in his den: The toyles are fixt, the huntsmen plac't on hils Prest for the charge, the fierce Tbessalian hounds With their flagge eares, ready to sweep the dew From the moist earth: their breasts are arm'd with steele, Against the incounter of so grim a beast: The hunters long to vncupple, and attend Your presence in the field. Follow Atlanta. Il'e try what prince will second me in field, And make his Iauelins point shake euen with mine. That Meleagers shall. Nor Telamon Will come behinde Atlanta, or the Prince.